The List, Revisited lol

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X = discussed in previous chapters

1. sick for damn near a week X

2. passed all my classes X

3. delayed graduation sadness X

4. not understanding how people can say they're not attracted to black women X

5. stud on stud "flicks" X

6. fine people i follow

7. what makes someone fine to me

8. plans for the future.


6 & 7:

I made this plan of different entries AGES ago and then forgot. I don't really think I was gonna give a list of who I follow or anything. That's kinda weird. I guess I can say I do follow a couple #FAHN people which brings me to what 'fine' means to me.
First of all, 'fine' never needs to be taken serious by me. Like let's just say for some strange reason you're attracted to me and I call you fine. That is not what I consider a sign that I am interested in you. I say it just to say it sometimes, and I'm very indiscriminate with it as well. I will call a dude fine with zero problem. If you fine, you fine. Cute is cute, and that's it! 'Fine' usually means 'you have a great face. thanks for existing.' SOMETIMES I use 'fine' as 'you can ABSOLUTELY get it' and normally that is only towards women with some kind of masculine edge. This includes demeanor so fems, you are still in the running!
*crickets chirping*
Anyway, let's get into some physical features that tend to make me swoon.

#1: eyebrows. I love perfectly manicured eyebrows. after I got obsessed with the upkeep of mine in high school, all of a sudden I decided to judge everybody else's. it's funny because sometimes I mess mine up but still expect everyone else do better than me in that arena. I don't think there's anything particularly wrong with drawn on eyebrows but my favorites are the natural ones with a noticeable arch. it gets me EVERY time, especially on a stud.
#2: Eyes. I'm not one of those people who care about like how light anybody's eyes are. I think a great eye and brow combo slay will make anybody's day.
#3: Smile. I don't mean this in the sense of 'perfect white teeth' and all of that, but of course it's not an unreasonable thing. But I mean a smile that complements their face. My favorite kind of smile is the sly one that people give when they know they wanna get it (or give it up) 😂. But also a regular smile is great too. Whatever.

(1) As far as personality wise, I love a funny person. Let's just make dumb ass jokes. I know *I'M* going to be making them. Also, nothing better than a person who is hilarious without even trying. They make the best friends.
(2) Humility. My favorite kind of fine person is someone who does not know how fine they are UGH. It gets me EVERY. TIME. I wish I was THAT kind of fine. I'm working on it and everything but like I wish I could be that lol.
(3) Mature/Wise/Intelligent
These all speak for themselves. These are generally found in people who are older than I am. I feel like I couldn't seriously deal with someone my age. I feel like older people are more of a challenge or something lol.
(4) Random AF. Let's discuss conspiracy theories, camp out in the backyard and also speak real shit.
(5) Communication Skills
As a person who generally does not share a bunch of emotions with other people, if you CAN get me to do it we are friends for real. And pretty much I definitely like the idea of being friends first. To know me is to love me :))))))
I already know how stubborn I am about sharing emotions and all of that so 'forcing' me to do it will make me think you actually care. Not that I'll care about you actually caring but I'll make a note of it. I LOVE to hear about other people sharing their feelings though. It's my favorite thing to sit there help them through whatever they're feeling. Isn't that strange? I like to do the healing. Getting healed is kind of weird for me.

I'm sure I have more qualities I like in women and everything but it's 5 AM and I'm watching GTA 5 videos so I'm not thinking of everything lol.

Uhhh and as far as part 8 I am quite unsure of my plans. I'll probably be a teachers aide for a couple years and then teach my own class and then go to grad school at some point. Yay. Bye.

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